The Recipe (Remix)

The Recipe (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse One: Lights Out]

I got the recipe, you don't really wanna mess with me
Don't test me please I've yet to see you check yourself
Before you question me
I've yet to believe these MCs envy
Heavy set beats with the penzone empty
Benzos, wet dreams, head colds, bed sheets
Red robes, 10 Gs, friendzone, deadly
It's all friendly, I got the palindrome pills on empty
And you can have your own fill
But you better well know that that shit don't tempt me
And I roll about 10 deep, on the mic my music medley
10 Gs of the best home grown
And I really wanna know if she'll smoke any
I can make claims all day, argue that it's all fake
Tell you that it's all cake, chalk late (chocolate) fall
Up for the new album
When I drop that, kid's will know what I'm about, but uh
Here's a preview
You wanna know what I think when I see you?
I see a kid with a weak flow, peak views
And wonder how all these people, peep you
They don't know like we do, we knew
Everything, transparent verses: see through
Breeze through, cry wolf, blood red, bleed blue
Pay per lesson, pay per preview
I see you and I get sorry for the state of things
I hate to see the game in such a state of fake and make believe

[Hook: Lil Purp]

Smokin purple sippin OE, live with no regrets
Use to wanna be like MJ, now I'm over it
Everybody getting down, rolling weed up by the ounce
Chillin out relaxin round, welcome to my town
Handling our business, yup
Celebrate like Christmas, yup
Smoking hot bitches, yup
This is Burlington, welcome to the world I’m in

[Verse Two: Lil Purp]

Uhh, 19 years old living in the cut
Cruising down the street with a bunch of blunts
And a bunch of good ole tasting bud
That’s wassup yeah guess whats up
Get it right tonite, we gonna have some fun
Smoking clean, provoking the P, we ain’t done till the sun come up
Don’t need a gun, I protect myself
Packing blunts won’t affect my health
Wanna be happy don’t need much wealth
But a steady cash flow indeed will help
We saw the reason why we are the lost
Because the seesaw, needs one last toss
So the recent defeat can, feel our assault
And the Koreans can’t seem to complete, a launch
Hah fucking douche bags, real loose bags
That’s proof that the goose lays confused eggs
Smooth legs will make me happy
She got diabetes I’m her sugar daddy
Purple trees for my dopest cronies
Cause they are my homies show me
How I’m wrong, rhymes so strong
This should be the Atlas theme song
Uhh, fuck with the purple, get fucked, fertile
On track go fast I’m turbo
In this race you’re slower than a turtle
Me I’m out here jumping over hurdles
Me I’m out here getting real verbal
Now it’s time for your bitch to circle
Round my dick, found it rabbit quick
Take her to the park for a quick picnic
Yeaah, my forte, uhh to
Run shit like Forte, my forty
Bar dash will smash ya in four ways
Leave ya jaw dropped for more than just four days
Me and Lights Out will switch up the route
And flip off you dick hogs from inside the coupe
And spit out the window it’s simple and true
So if you don’t roll with me your not part of my crew

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lights Out]

Young guns on the track, future weapons on the battle field
Cock back on the track, spit raps, and I always got Heat like I'm packin ste(e/a)l
Kick back on the pack don't act so swag, you know you're baggin' beer
I own the swagga supermarket, racks on racks like I'm trackin' deer
What happened here? If you have to ask, you'll never know
So just let me tell you how this shit is gonna go
I G-O for the gold and you better know the motto
Always gotta live it up, ride YOLO and I am sippin cups, yup
How many ways am I killin' em?
Shit, right around a trillion

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Purp & Lights Out]

[Lil Purp]
You want a hit well I must admit
We burn more than a fire pit
My tires quick, hear the engine rev
I got a license to get and my preference, heads
Gazing out to the orange and pinks
The type of sight you’ll be pissed if you wink
Miss it by a split second learn ya lesson
Good livin great this place is a blessing